Best Conceits Poems
What is life?
Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies
Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime
Perceived by ideations so pure it would seem
To exist beyond mind and to all in between.
Lingering as lore to an all distant past
There is no redo, there is no redraft.
The questions, the answers so rightly proclaimed
are composed and transported by thoughts still unnamed.
In limited struggle, the moments unspent
Become the result of a living lament.
In what and wherefore and why and with whom
we unwrap our existence in this paradoxical womb
Can we find meaning, a clear sign that we see
inclusive to all, this existential decree.
From naught made of all and conceived in a star,
we landed on earth, neither near nor afar
For reasons unknown and telegnosis unclear,
These salient projections are all jockeyed by fear
We stand in the way of unknowing surmise
And find the world is still much a surprise.
A quest overwhelming in distressed sanity
For answers not known play havoc to vanity.
To end these remarks with a questionable phrase
all becomes known in 'one of these days.'
SYNOPSIS
From the moment of birth to when we die, life presents us with dilemmas and questions that amuse, titillate and confuse us. As we get older, we realize that what we thought we knew was all pure conjecture. This poem is meant to reflect the myriad of disjointed thoughts that have run through my mind throughout the years. The "why me?" and "what is my purpose in life?" questions usually are met with ambiguity and incoherence.
Many of us are beleaguered with these conceits and although some find solace in religion, for people like me it becomes an existential never ending struggle.
CAK 8-18-2013
Categories:
conceits, how i feel, life,
Form:
Rhyme
"Poetique"
poet
where goest thou
on this trip?
you sing
your muse in
small amusements
confectionary
conceits
took a detour
amazed
labyrinthine
ghost-like
spooked
poetique
in the Matrix
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Subconscious Self “ (Original Mix) / Lisa Raven
https://youtu.be/G4yY2Qkf9g8
"Rebecca"/Du Maurier.
conceit.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/conceit
ghosts.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/tell_me_something_beautiful_1310173
Categories:
conceits, muse,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve an anger which cannot be hidden!
A burning passion that comes unbidden!
My Soul desolated with grievous rage,
reacts with furious justified outrage!
Occasioned by the offences of ignorance,
bigotry, discrimination and intolerance!
Though evil are the ravages of vandalism,
they pale to the magnitude of racialism!
Colour, creed, even the shape of the eye
is little enough to make bigots cry:
“He’s not of us! He’s a different breed!”
“Watch him close or he’ll do us an ill deed!”
There is no cause for remarks such as these,
but pestilent views are like a disease!
Some ill chosen words expressed in vague
terms, insinuate like a fatal plague!
Ethnic slurs in the guise of humour, fester!
With but one angry response one protester,
can incite more slander, which raging out of hand,
foments a backlash! Runs rampant! Inflames the land!
But racism is a sword with a two edged blade!
It cleaves not only those on whom it’s laid
but those who scorn to curb their vicious tongue
from whom such defamatory words have sprung!
Can we not accept those who are not as us?
Must we blame the innocent for the fuss
instigated by such biased perception?
Let us quash ignorance at its inception,
or by default we shall be guilty too!
By using diverse conceits we construe
to make imprudent acts lawful decrees!
While disregarding all impassioned pleas
for tolerance! Unless we denounce this blight,
or take a stand and with fortitude, to fight
and end disharmony, discord and dislike!
Racialism and hatred will flourish alike!
Rhymer April 1st, 2017.
Categories:
conceits, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
Do you like me for my form
And my cosmetic moments
With their conceits and affectations,
Bejewelled with glittering gewgaws,
Hinting at the scents of summer,
All show but no substance,
Holding back the acrid stench of death?
For you ,my beauty is but word deep.
Perhaps you see in me your soulmate,
Reflecting what you inwardly believe,
Allowing you to remain in your comfort zone,
Safe from all challenge
And the barbs of pointed criticism.
Secure your world stands
As long as you do not look behind
Or beyond horizons that hold you bound.
Or are you just a voyeur
Sailing on the seas of sensation
Living your life vicariously
To avoid precariously
What you dare not,
Rather like the lady of Shalott,
Reading life through someone else's mirror
To save your soul?
Maybe you do look deeper
To see where we differ.
Confident in your own skin
You are ready for new terrain,
Awkward and stumbling though that may be.
You look before you leap
But forge fearlessly forward,
Willing to face all that lies ahead.
Be all that as it may,
I am but a poor poem,
Taking my existence
from you, the reader.
That is my fate.
Begotten,not made,ugly by my creator,
Accepting myself for what I am,
Yet I am fully at your disposal or neglect.
Categories:
conceits, introspection, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
Upon these half-empty seats
And coffee-warmed retreats
Where morning birds chirp
And smaller ones tweet
Like the mere shadow floating
‘Neath my two own feet
I float in this inconceivable time,
In poetic-like conceits…
Oh! How quickly I have grown
Within myself I observe, as if
Jotting these observations upon
Third-person narrated sheets
I comprehend not even this rhyme
Abstractly absorbed into a world
I cannot deem concrete
Explain to me what it means to be
Layered by this raw flesh and meat
How do I begin to fathom the tacit meanings
Of the world’s happenings and feats?
Not so long ago a child
Now awaiting the moments
When it is time for youth to fleet
Recollection like these changing seasons
Of fallen leaves and sleet
Time like the turning of pages
Of these memory-filled sheets
I sometimes feel liberated
From all these earthly deceits…
Explain to me what it means to be
Layered by this raw flesh and meat
Categories:
conceits, introspection, lifeme,
Form:
Free verse
ABSTRACT POETRY
words without syllables
rhyme in blank verse;
conceits,caesura,epulaeryu
ekphrasis,spaces
haiku monoku
sans...
euphony
unmetered
consonance, blurred
read..
unheard..
Categories:
conceits, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
The Great Blue Heron always does its best
While hatching, fledging, high atop its nest;
With Nature’s rhythms every day is blessed,
As surely as the Sun sets in the West.
The heron pair take turns to go on quest,
Come back to tend the young, by life possessed;
When one departs, the other stays at rest,
With awesome grace.— At camera’s behest,
I watch and wonder, uninvited guest.
Men seek conceits, awards, to be conferred,
Then strut and fret with pridefulness absurd;
Some dote upon a poet’s every word…
But I’d prefer to be more like that bird.
~ Harley White
[Poem inspired by viewing the Great Blue Heron nest on live camera at Cornell Lab of Ornithology]
Categories:
conceits, allusion, analogy, beauty, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
This planet whereon we reside
gave nature’s bounty far and wide.
We’ve seen our Mother Earth from space
who barely shows her fragile face
as Pale Blue Dot, sunbeam enshrined,
and still we humans are so blind.
The cosmic reaches hugely grand
are vaster than we understand.
We know not of a single place
where kindred creatures would be graced
with crucial features so combined.
But oh we humans are so blind.
We’ve self-importance off the scale,
self-interest beyond the pale,
yet if our sweep of self were more
than just what enters through our door
it could be good for all Mankind.
How can we humans be so blind?
If only we’d be even wise
enough to open tight shut eyes
and seek reality’s true guise
from whence awareness dawns arise,
a search within would surely find
that humans need not be so blind.
~ Harley White
* * * * * * * * *
“The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena… Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves… It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world… To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”
From comments by Carl Sagan in his 1994 book, ‘Pale Blue Dot’…
Categories:
conceits, appreciation, earth, environment, humanity,
Form:
Verse
I didn’t have a movie camera
When my kids were small,
So photos captured moments
We hoped someday to recall.
The pictures mostly highlight
Celebrations or events,
But ordinary life a picture
Rarely represents.
We whipped the Kodak out on trips
Or holidays or meets,
An average day not worthy
Of a photograph’s conceits.
Today, though, any cell phone
Can record an endless loop
So each moment of a childhood
Is a chance to point and swoop.
What I wonder is what happens
When these children come of age.
Will they want to see their lives unfold
At every single stage?
More than likely these recordings,
Very special when debuted,
Will be rapidly forgotten
And won’t ever be re-viewed.
Categories:
conceits, nostalgia, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
WISE WORDS WAIT, while foolish intellect speaks,
conceits of mind, holier than thou, to no avail.
Separates poor minority from select's special conceit elite!
Thus FED DARK DREAD, causes divisions of unrest,
by the dog eat DOG FOG, SPED DREAD.
Into our government, into our churches, into our public schools,
into our civil organizations. Complexities of our times,
the same o, same o's, SIMPLE___ COMPLEX problem.
The SAME SYNDROME SADDUCEE or pharisee of Christ’s day.
The WHITE__ BLACK hat syndrome, the democrat, the republican,
GOOD! VILLAIN! The male, the female! The man ,
the woman! The black man, the white man! The list goes on!
As precept morality(Love) versus double minded,
double standard, wickedness of mind level concepts,
at best, delusions of grandeur. More laws made to govern
laws. Conceited intellects of love, oblivious to their own true fact,
within their own Love is the law in and of itself!
By John Mose Freeman
For contest: Free for all, do as you please
In Honor of Charles Henderson
Categories:
conceits, confusiondog, dog,
Form:
Free verse
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Categories:
conceits, allegory, funny, on writing
Form:
Free verse
I am wise to love
and a fool to my conceits -
all you need is love!
Written: January 2016
Categories:
conceits, love,
Form:
Senryu
I am the master
of my fate,
I am the captain
of my soul,
Shackled and bound
naught pensive mood,
Errant thy mind
unique ahold,
Gift naught against
thy solitude,
Further addressed
words oft betold,
Thine wounds convey
said blood doth shed,
Thine consequence
freedom commit,
Inscribed in blood
their conceits fed,
Thy testament
thee naught submit,
Thy body broke
thy skin be bruised,
Thy dogs licked wounds
thy name tainted,
Yet, albeit,
chose naught be used,
Nor to be
manipulated,
Annals of time
should fortune find,
Sorted soul
of true conviction,
Should paths be crossed
be thee unkind,
Thank the gods
thy valediction.
2020 February 02
Howmanysyllables;
18 lines x 8 syllables per = 144 syllables total
Categories:
conceits, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
In he whom I endued with life and love
does to one patient in hope bear reward -
a trueborn heir a man can be proud of
and whom well affectioned is well adored.
Follow the pathfinder maps to your soul
and hold fast that moral compass inward -
trust in seen and unseen, in faith uphold
and in your heart recompense good for good.
Thus be not reckless in your own conceits
but wise to just cause and love’s whispered breath -
walk safely in the world in all your feats
lest it suffer me and quicken my death.
Make your way like him ragged and unshod
and bend your knee unto no one but God.
Written: March 2009
Categories:
conceits, birthday, son,
Form:
Sonnet
METAPHYSICAL MARVELS
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Categories:
conceits, history, metaphor, poetry,
Form:
Couplet